Corrupted (A Tyga Love Story) COMPLETED

Chapter Sixteen

Okay, so before y'all start reading, I want to apologize for taking foreva, foreva eva, foreva eva, posting this. I've been going through a lottttt, and writing wasn't on my mind. But  now I'm back.

 Thanks for all the love and comments on Chapter Fifteen, I haven't really gotten to replying, so sorry for that. Umm, a lot of you guys have been waiting for this chapter, but I didn't really go into full detail, one because I know personally nothing about what's in the chapter, and two because, I don't want my story getting restricted, cause then it'd just be a big mess that I don't wanna deal with. So, just enjoy, vote, comment, and let me know your thoughts.

 -Keiana

Chapter Sixteen

Jade Caswell

 

I followed Michael into the ordinary looking suburban house, and it was definitely not what I expected. The way Michael threw around money, I expected him to live in a huge mansion, but this definitely wasn’t a mansion. It looked more like a loft or condo mixed with a house.

“You live here?” I asked as I closed the front door behind me and locked it.

“Uh huh.”  

“When you’re not at my place or working, you live here?”

“Yes Jade.” He laughed and walked into the open spaced kitchen. If something wasn’t glass in this house, it was gold. Gold was Michael’s favorite thing next to money.

 

I awkwardly stood by one of the glass countertops and watched Michael walk around the kitchen. He was so sexy, just in the way he did things.

“You good? You staring hard as fuck.” He laughed when he noticed me staring at him intensely. I couldn’t stop staring though, I loved this guy, I really loved him.

“Come here.” I whispered and hopped onto the counter, not even caring that it was glass. Michael closed the fridge and padded over to where I was, and stood in between my open thighs. I could feel his Tru Religion jeans sliding against my pants, and it made me tingle inside.

 

“What you tryna do?” He asked and stared at me with his honey brown eyes. How did I get so lucky?

“Take your shirt off.” I pointed to the black Last Kings t-shirt Michael was wearing, and watched as he slowly took of the shirt while staring me directly in the eyes. God he was fine.

“Jeans too.” I loved it when Michael let me be in control, just for a few minutes, and I was loving it right now.

“Aight.” He said after his jeans were laying on the floor next to his shirt. I looked down at his Ralph Lauren boxers, and stared at the shape of him.

“You scared now?” He laughed and moved closer to me, like that was even possible. I could feel Michael’s body heat, and it was making me hot.

“Take this off.” He pulled at my t-shirt so I knew what he was talking about. I lifted up my arms and let Michael pull it off and over my head. I was left in my bra and yoga pants, but I wasn’t cold at all. Michael tore off my yoga pants and threw them somewhere in the kitchen.

 

Wow, I was gonna have sex with the bad boy I had fallen for in his kitchen on top of a glass counter. Who knew?

“I’m gonna go as slow as you need, aight?” Michael said and knelt down in front of me.  This wasn’t my first time, but with Michael it felt like it was. He pulled my boy shorts to the side and dove in quickly, placing his big lips on my womanhood, which shocked the shit out of me.